It Has to Start Sometime

New beginnings are always a great time! I am constantly in awe of the resoluteness one needs for the closing of the door behind to walk slowly but assuredly away from one’s comfort. And then how soon it can be followed by the exhilaration and anticipation of new worlds to be found in the opening of the doors ahead.

This is where I find myself. Wanting… Maybe even needing… to enter a new unexplored world. Yet I still enjoy and find fulfillment and rest in the world in which I presently reside.

Living simultaneously in two worlds… It can’t last forever… But while it does, I will enjoy the ride.

Love’s Arrhythmia


Love’s Arrhythmia

I can remember
Our accidental first touch
My heart still skips beats

Written for FANSTORY.

A 3 Line Poetry Contest
Write a poem that has a syllable count of either 5-7-5 or 5-7-7. It does not rhyme. But the poem must address a loved one.


Snake Eyes Dice


Snake Eyes
Just My Luck

Written for FANSTORY. Writing Prompt: Write a 2-3-2 Poem. It has three lines. The first line has 2 syllables. The second line has 3 syllables. The third line has 2 syllables again.




Carefully stalking its nemesis.
A quick pounce…
Another miss.
I’ll get you yet!

Written for FANSTORY. 




“You’re right. It’s not your classic mug shot.” Lieutenant Grady sat holding a copy of the arrest report. “He wasn’t a mere small-time criminal either. His rap sheet is now sixty-two pages and it’s growing. Seems he’s been at this for more than seven years.”

Officer Mitcham sat across from him and placed two coffees: his- two creams and three sugars, and the Lieutenant’s — black, no sugar. “I heard he was apprehended at the local Holiday INN at the CORNER of BROWN Terrace and Vine STREET.”

“That’s right,” Lieutenant Grady continued to summarize the report. “He was found ALONE. Gave no resistance. Seems to be no accomplices. He was a bit RED-NOSED. Far-away look in his eye. But very compliant. Night before last, the STORY goes, we got intel on the suspect from an anonymous caller.”

Officer Mitcham sat more upright. “That’s unusual for it to have been an anonymous call. We’ve had that huge reward out for him ever since he STOLE that crystal WHITE Lamborghini from Arthur and BABES McPhee.”

“Yes, she was to DIE for.”

“You talking the car or the wife.”

“The car, stupid. But she wasn’t too BAD either. Now get your mind outta-the-gutter.”

“My mind…” Officer Mitcham chuckled. “What else does it say?”

“Says during the call you could hear a Christmas CAROL being sung in the background.”

“What song was it?”

“What difference does that make?”

“I was just wanting to know how detailed these investigative reports actually are.”

“You rookie. You’ve never actually written up an arrest report. We’ll put an end to take after VACATION.”

Officer Mitcham moaned, “Shoulda kept my mouth shut.”

“Well, I’m glad we caught him when we did.” Lieutenant Grady didn’t force Mitcham to suffer long. “You know the Captain had stopped granting us leave for our vacations until we did — or until the newsprint died down AFTER Christmas. And that was not likely to happen. I’ve had this vacation planned with Delores for the last two years. We’re on the EXPRESS flight to New Delhi, India, tomorrow night. If I had to pull out of that flight because of a bad Santa, I think she would divorce me. We’re going to MEET her family there for a reunion. She hasn’t seen them in five years- except for SkyChatting. ”

“Are they flying as well?” The officers had often talked of evening plans, which would have included their wives, but they had never gone to discussing extended families. Just no need.

“No, they’re in Hong Kong right now. Even though Delores’s dad is one of the big-wigs with Cybor-Jet, he’s still reluctant to fly any more than he has to. That’s why they are permanently living over there. They’re taking the train to New Delhi instead of a PLANE. Even short flights he avoids. I know I’m not looking forward to this trip, even when it’s nonstop. Fifteen hours in a seat is a killer.”

“Two Ambien, that’s why they were INVENTED. You’ll be out BEFORE you know it.”

“Maybe. You have any great plans for the holidays?”

“Yes, I do.” Officer Mitcham grimaced as he said the words. “I’m going to have a WONDERFUL time explaining to my five-year-old son why Santa’s been arrested.”

“At least we didn’t have to shoot him.”

Written for FANSTORY.  The challenge of this contest: Write a story or a poem based on the words listed below. All the words are found in the top 10-11 best Christmas movies of all time from Rotten Tomatoes, IMDB, Esquire, and/or Good Housekeeping.

The rules:
1. You must use AT LEAST ten of the listed words. There’s a good variety of nouns, verbs, and adjectives.
2. Either fiction, nonfiction, or poetry is acceptable.
3. Prose must be a minimum of 500 words.
4. Poetry should be 40 lines maximum.
5. Highlight the chosen words in the text and include them in your author notes.
6. Your entry doesn’t have to be about Christmas.

Words, in alphabetical order:
1. alone (from Home Alone)
2. babes (from Babes in Toyland)
3. bad (from Bad Santa)
4. before (from Nightmare Before Christmas)
5. brown (from Charlie Brown’s Christmas)
6. carol (A Christmas Carol)
7. corner (The Shop Around the Corner)
8. Die (Die Hard)
9. express (Polar Express)
10. inn (Holiday Inn)
11. invented (The Man Who Invented Christmas)
12. meet (Meet Me in St. Louis)
13. plane (Planes, Trains and Automobiles)
15. red-nosed (Rudolph, the Red-nosed Reindeer)
17. stole (How the Grinch Stole Christmas)
18. story (A Christmas Story)
19. street (Miracle on 34th Street)
20. vacation (National Lampoon’s A Christmas Vacation)
21. white (White Christmas)
22. wonderful (It’s a Wonderful Life)

You will find all the words for the list in this story. I highlighted the words by CAPITALIZING them- I tried to make them bold but the advanced editor was not cooperative? Or I was using it incorrectly? I hope that this is OK?




What were you thinking all these years?
Not telling me the truth about ‘me’.
It’s about ‘me’ … If anyone has the right to know.
I should be at the top of the list.

Sure, I was picked special.
That’s supposed to make me feel better?
Like you both went to the hospital’s baby room and said.,
“I’ll like to hold that one… No wait, I think the other one is waving at us…
Lets’ hold that one.”

If I was so special, why wasn’t I wanted?
“A better life for me, than my real mom could give me…”
Does a better life start out on lies?

Look, I know that you love me.
There’s no doubt about that.
But …. “Look, … Dad… I don’t want to talk about this right now.”

And we sit … silently … and enjoy the sunset.

Written for FANSTORY.


The Happy Tummy


If you follow my blog on a regularly, you already know that I used to celebrate my birthday every six months.

Well, I have tried to cut down on sweets.

So, now I celebrate once a month with two slices of my flavor-of-the-month cake, and then give the rest away to a neighbor or friend.

It’s a win-win for me!

One monthly celebration …

… and one sweet day a month for cake.


(Don’t you wish you lived just a little closer!)

Written for DAILY ADDICTIONS: January 22, 2020: CAKE.